My boyfriend didn't say this but I had some jackass come to me and, I mean, I've been talking to him and whatever and he tells me, basically, that the only reason he's been talking to me is because I look good.
And then he goes and tries to justify what he said.
Here...let me help you.
Sit on a egg beater. Turn the crank. Get gutted, shoved full of candy and then get it beat out of you by a bunch of sugar addicted homosexual necrophiliacs. They'll eat the candy and fuck your lifeless, worthless, good for nothing, rotted out corpse.
Have a nice fucking day.
